Remember To Be Submissive, Thou Art Analien,

The Holy Heaven Yearns To Wound The Earth, And Yearning Layeth Hold On The Earth To Join In Wedlock; The Rain, Fallen From The Amorous Heaven, Impregnates The Earth, And It Bringeth Forth For Mankind The Food Of Flocks And Herds And Demeter's Gifts; And From That Moist Marriage-rite The Woods Put On Their Bloom.

Alas, Poor Men, Their Destiny. When All Goes Well A Shadow Will Overthrow It. If It Be Unkind One Stroke Of A Wet Sponge Wipes All The Picture Out.

Since Long I've Held Silence A Remedy For Harm.

In Visions Of The Night, Like Dropping Rain, Descend The Many Memories Of Pain.

Time Cleanses What It Touches Over Time.